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Title: The Bow of Orange Ribbon A Romance of New York
Author: Amelia E. Barr
Illustrator: Theo. Hampe
Release Date: November 28, 2005 [EBook #17173]
Language: English
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[Illustration: She was going down the steps with him]
[Transcribers note: A title has been created for an unlisted illustration on p102 of the original text and inserted into the list of illustrations.]
THE BOW OF ORANGE RIBBON A ROMANCE OF NEW YORK
_BY AMELIA E. BARR AUTHOR OF "JAN VEDDER'S WIFE" "A DAUGHTER OF FIFE" ETC._
_WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THEO. HAMPE_
_NEW YORK DODD, MEAD & COMPANY PUBLISHERS_
Copyright, 1886, 1893 BY DODD, MEAD & COMPANY
All rights reserved Typography Presswork
BY ROCKWELL AND CHURCHILL, BY JOHN WILSON AND SON,
Boston Cambridge.
BY PERMISSION
This Book is Dedicated
TO THE
HOLLAND SOCIETY OF NEW YORK
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She was going down the steps with him May in New York one hundred and twenty-one years ago Joris Van Heemskirk Locking-up the cupboards She was tying on her white apron "Come awa', my bonnie lassie" Knitting Neil and Bram Tail-piece
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With her spelling-book and Heidelberg The amber necklace In one of those tall-backed Dutch chairs Tail-piece
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He heard her calling him to breakfast The quill pens must be mended A Guelderland flagon "A very proper love-knot" Tail-piece
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Hyde flung off the touch with a passionate oath Batavius stood at the mainmast He took her in his arms A little black boy entered Tail-piece
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"Sir, you are very uncivil" "Listen to me, thy father!" He took his solitary tea On the steps of the houses Tail-piece
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"Katherine, I am in great earnest" "In the interim, at your service" "Why do you wait?" The swords of both men sprung from their hands Tail-piece
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Oh, how she wept! "O Bram! is he dead?" The streets were noisy with hawkers Katherine was close to his side Tail-piece
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In its satin depths Katherine knelt by Richard's side "I am faint" "Don't trouble yourself to come down" "Listen to me!" Tail-piece
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They stood together over the budding snowdrops His whole air and attitude had expressed delight "I am going to take the air this afternoon" "I will go with you, Richard" Tail-piece
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"Madam, I come not on courtesy" "O mother, my sister Katherine!" "Oh, my cheeny, my cheeny!" Plain and dark were her garments Tail-piece
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Katherine stood with her child in her arms The garden next fell under Katherine's care "Thou has a grandson of thy own name" Plate old and new "Make me not to remember the past" With a great sob Bram laid his head against her breast
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She spread out all her finery All kinds of frivolity and amusement "Dick, I am angry at you" She was softly singing to the drowsy child
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She was stretched upon a sofa She stood in the gray light by the window
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She knelt speechless and motionless Jane lifted her apron to her eyes "O Richard, my lover, my husband!"
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"One night in Rome, in a moment, the thing was altered," "I must draw my sword again" "We have closed his Majesty's custom-house forever" "I am reading the Word" He was standing on the step of his high counting-desk.
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Lysbet and Catherine were unpacking He marshalled the six children in front of him The City Hall He swung a great axe Lysbet's hands gave it to them Tail-piece

THE BOW OF ORANGE RIBBON
[Illustration: May in New York one hundred and twenty-one years ago]

I.
"_Love, that old song, of which the world is never weary_."
It was one of those beautiful, lengthening days, when May was pressing back with both hands the shades of the morning and the evening; May in New York one hundred and twenty-one years ago, and yet the May of A.D. 1886,--the same clear air and wind, the same rarefied freshness, full of faint, passing aromas from the wet earth and the salt sea and the blossoming gardens. For on the shore of the East River the gardens still sloped down, even to below Peck Slip; and behind old Trinity the apple-trees blossomed like bridal nosegays, the pear-trees rose in immaculate pyramids, and here and there cows were coming up heavily to the scattered houses; the lazy, intermitting tinkle of their bells giving a pleasant notice of their approach to the waiting milking-women.
In the city the business of the day was over;